30 neutron measurements all over the globe-on some Mayan archeological discoveries, and they worked out." The Professor rose swiftly, went over to the globe, spun it around, and returned to his chair. "Neutron intensities are being measured at stations scattered throughout the world," he said. The Professor has done his share of neutron measuring during the past seventeen years. Most summers, he and Mrs. Korff head off for a distant point. Last summer, it was to the cool African highlands of Uganda, where he deliv- ered some lectures at Makerere College. "Look at these," he said, whipping from his pocket some color photographs of elephants, lions, and gIraffes, an of whom seemed to be not only right on the side of the road but extremely tractable. The Professor must have sensed our line of thought. "Elephants can be a great nUIsance," he said omi- nously. "Beware when an elephant takes a dislike to a car. We never ride in convertibles. The British have a say- ing about elephants: 'They can become troublesome.'" The summer before last, the Korffs spent three months on top of a fourteen-thousand-foot vol- cano-Mt. W rangell, in Alaska. There was no Maurice Herzog-Sir John Hunt stuff about the Mt. W rangell expedition. The Professor and his group flew all but their heaviest equipment to the top of the mountain in a single-engine plane equipped with skis. "All our huts and drums were aboard, and we set everything up directly on top of this volcano," he said. "Saves lots of time to fly to the top. The Alpine Club might not approve this method of scaling the heights, and I assure you we did not send them a telegram saying that moun- tains are obsolete. VV e had fresh food the whole time. We were up there three months, taking neutron measurements. I made five trips down the mountain- all by air." We asked Dr. Korff to discourse briefly on modern exploration, and he did so willingly "Exploration has changed tremendously," he said. "The old-time explorer, with his dog sleds, has largely disappeared. Peary-a past president of the Explorers Club, by the way-did his great work in a different age. Peary got to the North Pole and he discovered that it was on ice. Getting there was the problem. Today, we get places. Exploration has taken a scientific turn. At least a dozen ologies will be represented on anyone expedition now- adays We are interested in getting our hands on all sorts of data. We have a job to do and we use the means available. We send up our plastic bal- loons with their instruments on the bot- tom, and sometimes we send up multiple balloons, flying in formation. This gives rise to talk of flying saucers. We're try- ing to find out how the world we live in works. It's exploration, all right. The work I'm engaged in is unclassi- fied; cosmic rays are no respecters of physical boundaries." The Professor sighed. "The matter is complicated," he said. Inside Stuff 1\ T lunch in Stouffer's the other day, fl. a friend of ours listened to a cou- ple of stenographers discussing world affairs. "Nobody seems to know what's go- ing to happen," one of them saId, "and my boss is an idiot, speaking internation- ally. " "So is mine," said the other. "And as if I didn't have enough trouble, my Magic Margin didn't work this morning." Wohelo " C OME to a Camp Fire Girls cook- out on the Terrace of the Hotel Sulgrave, Park Avenue and Sixty-sev- enth Street," said an announcement that reached us one day last week. " w . " . d aIt, an accompanYIng ocument urged, "till you see what the Camp Fire Girls can do by cooking and serving a whole meal in and on a wheelbarrow. Seeing is believing." With that, we were off to the Sulgrave. As soon as we came into its vicinity, we noted a thin but authoritative-looking column of smoke rising from one edge of Park A venue, and on approachIng closer we found that It emanated from a washtub filled 'i fP r<J.1!So \tì't A G \ AY AND !\. J JY Glir I E: <' A ' . !\J , ' \ 1 I .A.. \ _SOP-RY h I ' r .. - - ... \.., , I NO ROO ,,' .,'\ '- \ ,. .1 i'1'it t. :,\ r -, : L/' j t- . el - kf · " \ 1':':' " Ii ,t ' , f,\<:)l \ 't \ , .11tJ.7 . : -l), í !I,v! " Il ;h 1 ) . { J 'r . I 1 it 1 I \ r v.-' it 1 ,,'\ .. \ f"j Ijo \, ,{ , \" ,i : .. ... -- MAY 2. 1, 1 9 5 5 with charcoal and placed in a wheel- barrow, which stood on the sidewalk right in front of the hotel's terrace. Two appetizing roasts of beef were be- ing turned over the fire by an athletic- looking young man wearing Army khakI pants, a sports shirt, and Air Force sunglasses, and the proceedings were being watched, with degrees of interest varying from avid to indifferent, by about thirty Camp Fire Girls, arranged in a clump that more or less blocked off the sidewalk. Passerby interest was at a consistently high pitch. From the terrace itself several news photogra- phers were busy recording the event. "Hey, Camp Fire Girls and Hori- zons, let those Blue Birds in closer," said the athletic-looking man. "Come on, Blue Birds, crowd around." There was some jostling among the girls, during which a lady introduced herself to us as Madeleine Loeb, a Camp Fire Girls official. "The Camp Fire Girls were founded in ] 910 and have three hundred and ninety-two thousand members and four million alumnae," declared Miss Loeb. "These girls come from Larchmont, Mamaroneck, and Staten Island, and are divided between Blue Birds, who are seven to ten and wear dark-blue skirts and peaked caps; Camp Fire GIrls, so designated, who are ten through junior high school and wear red ties and navy beanies; and Horizon Club girls, ninth grade through hIgh school, in the white sweaters. They've all come here today to demonstrate to city people how to barbecue meat- black on the outside, red on the inside, but not too red. The watchword of the Camp Fire Girls is 'w ohelo,' composed of the first two letters of the words 'work,' 'health,' and 'love.' " The meat was black on the outside, and the athletic-looking man pro- nounced it done. Miss Loeb told us he was John McCutchen, a sporting-goods man and volunteer children's-camp worker from Westchester , who had taken the day off to be present. Mr. McCutchen began slicing the meat, and asked the girls to get in some kInd of lIne for their portions. "The founders of the Camp Fire Girls were Dr. and Mrs. Luther Hal- sey GulIck," Miss Loeb said. "Also John Collier, Ernest Thompson Seton, Jane Addams, Dan and Lina Beard, and others." "I want to put this on a plate" a red-headed Camp Fire Girl said to Mr. McCutchen when he handed her a slice of beef. "Eat it with your fingers," replied Mr. McCutchen. ("Move off, Margot." Margot moved off, and the next girl